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Lua
04:29
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I know that it is freezing but I think we have to walk. I keep on waving at the taxis they keep turning their lights off. But Julie knows a party at some actor’s west side loft. Supplies are endless in the evening by the morning they’ll be gone.
When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend. I get a coffee and the paper; have my own conversations with sidewalk and pigeons and my window reflection. The mask I polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit.
I know you have a heavy heart. I can feel it when we kiss. So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it. But me I’m not a gamble you can count on me to split. The love I sell you in the evening by the morning will be gone.
You’re looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black. You just keep going to the bathroom always say you’ll be right back. Well, it takes one to know one, kid, I think you got it bad. But what is so easy in the evening by the morning is such a drag.
I got a flask inside my pocket we can share it on the train. And if you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same. We might die from medication but we sure killed all the pain. But what was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane.
And I’m not sure what the trouble was that started all of this. The reasons all have run away but the feeling never did. It’s not something I would recommend but it is one way to live because what is simple in the moonlight by the morning never is. It was so simple in the moonlight now it’s so complicated. It was so simple in the moonlight….so simple in the moonlight….so simple in the moonlight….
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Well Whiskey
04:11
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I get my whiskey from a well, except on holidays than it’s the top shelf. But tonight I don’t mind if I spend a little more because you are a tolerant woman and the world is at war. I know you witnessed my decline. You used to push back the darkness like a floodlight, but tonight that is a secret like the soul of a whore that if you want to have fun you will just have to ignore. Now let my troubles solve themselves. I used to get involved but I’m just no help, but tonight let’s pretend that we are just like we were. Let me stay until the morning I will sleep on the floor. And we can talk in circles, no dollar figures, just what is owed or paid. And you can make predictions I know you see the future and I agree. We agree tonight is not happening.When I got dry as a desert I got mean. I was as lonely and empty as a canteen. With no anesthetic you are bound to be sore but tonight I am drinking all peaceful and warm. And just when I got fed up with the gray sky. The sun came out of nowhere like a bar fight. And it knocked out the wind and it bruised me with light. And I felt grateful for living just like I feel tonight. I know that you feel safer in a group where you could be anyone or they could be you. But tonight we’ll take risks that you can afford. You still have bars on your window and a hole in your door. So we can talk in circles around a dirty mirror. Night trickles down our throats. And we could timeline to last our whole lives but we don’t know. No one knows what is further up the road. Just wait and see. Just wait and see. All in time. All in time.
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I woke up with this song in my head this morning
I woke up with this song in my head this morning.
I woke up with this song in my head this morning.
I was dreaming about your record collection and all of our scratched affection.
I woke up with this song in my head this morning.
With no singing. With no swinging too.
There is no dancing. There is no missing you.
I woke up and put your record this morning.
I woke up and put your record this morning.
So when the oven is hot I’m going to melt the plastic into an ashtray or candy basket.
I woke up and put your record this morning.
With no singing. With no swinging too.
There is no dancing. There is no missing you.
When you go, will you glow on and on and on and on?
When you go, will you glow on and on and on and on?
I woke up with this song in my head this morning
.I woke up with this song in my head this morning.
It made my headache. It was that great but now its gone and life is wonderful.
You made my headache. You were that great but now you’re gone and life is wonderful.
There is no singing. There is no swinging too.
There is no dancing. There is no missing you.
There is no screaming. There is no listening too.
There is no scheming. There is no missing you.
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True Blue
03:30
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I am a blueblood I will admit that. I dance in blue shoes and wear a blue hat. Live in a blue house on a blue street, in a blue town by a blue creek. I write my blue songs with my blue pen. I sing the blue notes to my blue friends. Now I don’t know that much about you but I like you because you are true blue.
I had a blue dream about a blue star. In it I drove there in my blue car. And when I got there I met a blue dog with a blue tongue, we had real fun. We bounced a blue ball. It broke a blue glass. We banged on blue drums and called it bluegrass. I guess the thing I’m trying to tell you is that it is best kid if you’re true blue.
Once I had gangrene I had it real bad. And so the Doc came with his black bag. I said “You know doc, I don’t feel well. If you had a blue bag I think I’d get well.” So he came right back with a blue sack. He said, “Will this do?” I said, “Why not? Yeah.”That is how I am here today to tell you that it is best man to be true blue.
Out on the blue sea I sailed a blue ship. I had a first mate that always had blue lips. His name was Bluebeard. He had a weird twitch. We flew a blue flag up on a big stick. And we ate bluegill and we ate blue chips. Oh, I felt real blue eating that blue fish. Because there ain’t much that I won’t do unless it keeps me from being true blue.
Once in a blue moon there is a blue sky. I wear my blue jeans and fly my blue kite. It hangs like a bluebird until the wind dies and then the tears pour out of my blue eyes. If it is your birthday we’ll bake a blue cake and then we’ll eat it of my blue plates. Because kid I don’t know much about you but I like you because your true blue.
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